Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1509 These sword fanatics are really outrageous!

Su Fan got up very early, but ended up arriving late.

Upon seeing him, Song Xiliang, the sect leader of Chengyun Immortal Sect, immediately began to chat with him about everyday matters, from sect affairs to cultivation insights, which took up half an hour of his time.

Having finally managed to escape from Song Xiliang's side, the other Nascent Soul Realm elders from the Chengyun Immortal Sect swarmed around him. Su Fan patiently exchanged pleasantries with these elders and managed to get away after much persuasion.

After all, they came all the way early in the morning to see us off, and we can't let their kindness go to waste.

Su Fan is always one to respond to gentle persuasion but not force, so he naturally wouldn't put on airs. Besides, Hu Xuan benefited from this, as each of the old monsters gave her a greeting gift, which she could barely hold in her arms.

By the time Su Fan had finally finished exchanging pleasantries with everyone, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and the morning light pierced through the clouds and shone down on the earth.

He led Hu Xuan to an ancient teleportation array, bowed to the crowd seeing them off, and then took the girl's hand and stepped into the array. A flash of white light, and the two figures disappeared instantly.

The next second, the blinding light faded, and Su Fan and Hu Xuan were already standing on another teleportation array.

The grand formation was located inside a magnificent hall. Just as he was about to step out of the hall, he glanced around and found that a number of people had already gathered inside, each with a calm aura and unfathomable cultivation.

At the front of the crowd, an elderly man in a gray-blue robe took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, bowed, and spoke in a deep and respectful voice.

"I am Zheng Xinghuai, the sect leader of the 'Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace,' paying my respects to Senior Brother Su Fan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of figures behind him bowed almost simultaneously, their unified voices resounding throughout the hall.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Su Fan..."

Seeing this, Su Fan quickly stepped aside and returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

"Senior Brother Xinghuai, this is too much! I cannot accept such a generous gift..."

Zheng Xinghuai laughed heartily, his gaze falling on Hu Xuan beside Su Fan. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and his tone carried a hint of admiration.

"This girl is the one you're sending to my sect to cultivate, isn't she? Her bone structure is extraordinary, her spiritual energy is abundant, and her talent in the path of thunder is indeed quite good..."

After saying that, he nodded in satisfaction, stepped forward, grabbed Su Fan's wrist, and said enthusiastically.

"Come on... I've prepared a spiritual feast for noon. It's a rare occasion for you to visit my 'Heavenly Thunder Palace,' so you absolutely have to have a few drinks with me today..."

Su Fan couldn't dissuade him, so he had no choice but to follow Zheng Xinghuai's lead and walk out.

But as soon as he stepped out of the teleportation hall, his brows furrowed, and a faint killing intent crept into his senses.

Looking up, one could see hundreds of cultivators dressed in white standing in the square outside the main hall, each carrying a long sword and exuding a chilling sword aura.

One of the people in the crowd was Zhang Xuemo from the "Polar Sword Pavilion".

The woman's beautiful eyes held a hint of resentment, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Her eyes looked like she'd just been dumped by a jerk.

The sword cultivators behind her all had solemn expressions, and the sword energy surrounding them was almost condensed into a tangible form, like invisible swords suspended in mid-air, making the air seem to freeze.

Even so, the proper etiquette was not neglected in the slightest.

Upon seeing Su Fan emerge, hundreds of sword cultivators almost simultaneously cupped their hands and shouted in unison.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Su Fan..."

Su Fan frowned and returned the greeting with a cupped hand, but secretly sneered in his heart.

He knew perfectly well that despite his previous single-handedly injuring the true form of a great demon from the upper realm, these sword fanatics' inherent arrogance remained undiminished, and they had never truly submitted to him.

As expected, a sword cultivator at the Integration Realm with white hair and beard stepped forward from the front of the crowd. His tone seemed polite, but the sword energy around him was becoming increasingly fierce.

"Senior Brother Su Fan, I wonder if you could spare some time these next few days to guide the sword cultivation of my 'Polar Sword Pavilion' disciples? What do you say..."

Zheng Xinghuai, who was standing next to him, immediately darkened his face.

These sword fanatics are really outrageous.

This is the territory of the "Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace". Hundreds of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators from the sect waited in the city for three whole days to welcome Su Fan.

As a result, this group of people blocked the entrance to the teleportation hall and put on this murderous posture, which was obviously disrespectful to the "Heavenly Thunder Dao Palace"!
Zheng Xinghuai was about to reprimand him when Su Fan raised his hand to stop him.

Su Fan knew that if he didn't completely suppress these sword cultivators today, he would definitely not have peace for the next few days, as these people would find ways to spar with him.

He was still thinking about going to the "Heavenly Thunder Palace" to study the classics as soon as possible, so he didn't have time to waste with these sword fanatics.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Su Fan's eyes, and his aura suddenly changed.

"Zheng..."

With a sudden, earth-shattering sword cry, like a thunderbolt from the heavens striking the mortal realm, the entire "Heavenly Thunder Immortal City" trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling sword light, accompanied by a sky full of lightning, shot up from Su Fan's body. Golden lightning swirled and rolled around the sword, as if countless thunder dragons were roaring.

The Thunder Sword had been dormant within Su Fan's body for many years, and now it finally had the opportunity to appear in the world. The thunderous power on the sword was like a beast breaking free of its restraints, so excited that it almost broke through the sky.

Although the original material of the sword was just ordinary spirit iron, Su Fan has never stopped tempering it over the years.

He also searched the world for the finest spiritual materials to incorporate into the sword, experienced several great opportunities, and nurtured it for many years in the thunderous essence of the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal".

The power of the "Thunderbolt Sword" today is vastly different from what it once was.

Looking across this realm, there are very few people who can withstand even a single sword strike from it.

Even the sword fanatics of the "Polar Sword Pavilion" would never be able to do it.

The "Thunderbolt Sword" excitedly drew an arc in mid-air, its deep purple lightning trailing a long tail, as if it had invoked the laws of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the sky changed color, and endless divine thunder roared down from the heavens, all converging on the sword.

The "Thunderbolt Sword," crackling with blinding lightning, slowly hovered above the heads of Zhang Xuemo and hundreds of other sword cultivators. Its earth-shattering power instantly enveloped the entire plaza.

In the divine senses of all the sword cultivators, it felt as if a blazing sun had suddenly risen overhead.

That overwhelming killing intent was as dazzling as the sun; merely touching it with one's divine sense was like being burned by raging fire, almost completely scorching their perception.

The lightning on the sword was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

That murderous intent, as powerful as the sun descending, was like an invisible giant hand that instantly suppressed the entire world, and even the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Buzzing..."

A violent tremor suddenly shook the heavens and earth, the ground beneath our feet began to sway slightly, and the distant clouds were stirred up by the power of thunder, churning and spreading in all directions.

A fierce wind howled past, whipping up sand and gravel from the ground, raging like a sandstorm.

All the cultivators in "Heavenly Thunder Immortal City" felt a tangible killing intent pressing down from the sky.

The chill shot from their feet to their heads, leaving them completely cold and stiff, unable to move even a finger.

Everyone felt a dizzying sensation, as if they were falling into an abyss, their hearts gripped by fear, making it difficult to even breathe.

Especially when that blinding sword light shot into the sky, the cultivators in the city all looked up at the sky.

But the moment they came into contact with the deep purple lightning, a sharp pain shot through their eyes, forcing them to hastily avert their gaze. Immediately afterward, the terrifying, world-destroying power spread out like a tidal wave.

The roof tiles on the houses in the city were lifted by the strong wind and fell to the ground with a crackling sound; the wine flags hanging outside the taverns were blown so hard that they almost tore off the flagpoles.

The cultivators inside the city felt sharp, cold rays of light slicing across their cheeks, as if they were being cut by knives.

But this was merely the aftershock of the "Thunderbolt Sword's" murderous aura, yet it already gave countless cultivators the terrifying feeling of a sharp blade hanging over their heads, as if they would be beheaded in the next second.

Even Su Fan himself was stunned at this moment.

He never expected that simply showing the "Thunder Sword" would create such terrifying power.

To be honest, he hadn't expected that the "Thunderbolt Sword" would become so powerful.

At this moment, Zhang Xuemo and hundreds of other sword cultivators from the "Polar Sword Pavilion" were facing the overwhelming killing intent of the "Thunderbolt Sword".

A chilling feeling, as if they had fallen into an ancient ice cave, rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Under this overwhelming force, time seemed to stand still, space seemed to freeze, and even their thoughts were completely frozen, their minds going blank.

They not only sensed an endless, chilling killing intent emanating from that sword, but also a profound and unpredictable Daoist essence of thunder.

The violent and raging lightning on the sword was like a series of lightning serpents ready to devour their prey, making their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.

Even more terrifying was the overwhelming malevolent aura emanating from the sword.

The murderous aura, like a tsunami transformed from a vast sea of ​​blood, swept towards them with a destructive force.

They seemed to hear the roar of ten thousand horses galloping and a thousand people fighting, and that frenzied killing intent surged into their minds, almost completely overwhelming their consciousness.

Today, the "Thunderbolt Sword" contains far more than just swordsmanship and killing intent.

The terrifying power of the ancient "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal" and the eerie nature of its evil origin have long been integrated into the sword, making it a truly malevolent sword.

"clank……"

Just then, the flying swords nurtured within the bodies of the cultivators of the "Polar Sword Pavilion," or the long swords carried on their backs, suddenly emitted a piercing buzzing sound in unison.

Sword cultivators' flying swords are nurtured from a young age, and have long been connected with their masters' minds and even developed a faint sense of autonomy.

Hundreds of flying swords simultaneously emitted sword cries, signifying that they sensed an unprecedented crisis and instinctively felt the need to protect their master, using their sword cries to warn him.

"Dengdengdeng..."

Among the hundreds of sword cultivators from the "Polar Sword Pavilion," most of them immediately staggered and uncontrollably retreated more than ten steps, their hands holding swords trembling slightly.

Even Zhang Xuemo, who was standing in the front row, couldn't hold on for long. She took several steps back, her face pale, her beautiful eyes filled with horror.

In just over ten breaths, the only sword cultivators still standing still opposite Su Fan were a few white-haired elders in the front row.

Even so, these old men couldn't hold on for long. They swayed and took three steps back, their breathing becoming somewhat disordered.

The sword cultivators of the "Polar Sword Pavilion" were finally completely convinced.

Even the most arrogant and unruly sword fanatics had to admit that the gap between them and Su Fan was as insurmountable as an insurmountable chasm.

Because the "Thunderbolt Sword" never intentionally released any killing intent, all they endured was the killing aura and power naturally emanating from the sword.

Su Fan stood with his hands behind his back the whole time, without moving a single finger, and did not control the "Thunderbolt Sword" at all.

To put it simply, the "Thunder Sword" was only summoned by Su Fan; everything that followed was the flying sword's instinctive and autonomous behavior.

It never intended to attack these sword cultivators; it was merely making an appearance.

But this simple act of "showing one's face" was enough to overwhelm hundreds of sword cultivators from the "Polar Sword Pavilion".

If Su Fan were to actually control the "Thunder Sword" to launch an attack, even he himself might not be able to predict what terrifying consequences it would cause.

At this moment, an elderly man dressed in purple robes stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Su Fan, his tone full of awe.

"I am Li Wuyai, the sect leader of the 'Polar Sword Pavilion'. I am deeply grateful to Senior Brother Su Fan for his generous guidance..."

Only now did Li Wuyai dare to reveal his name.

He had clearly been testing the waters and had no intention of revealing his identity easily.

It must be said that although these sword fanatics have questionable emotional intelligence, they are upright and honest in their dealings with others.

If you're wrong, admit it; if you get punished, stand up straight and don't hesitate.

Seeing that the sword cultivators had given in, Su Fan naturally decided not to pursue the matter further and softened his tone.

"Senior Brother Wuya, you flatter me. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely pay you a visit and exchange sword skills with you all..."

Upon hearing this, Li Wuyai's expression immediately turned solemn.

"Senior brother has promised that you must visit my 'Polar Sword Pavilion' someday. We will certainly welcome you with open arms and prepare the strongest wine to await your arrival..."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan's heart skipped a beat.

What the hell...

I was just being polite, but you took it seriously.

How much fake alcohol would he have to drink to actually go to a place like "Polar Sword Pavilion" and spar with a bunch of sword fanatics?

But the words had already been spoken, and it was difficult to take them back, so Su Fan could only bite the bullet and nod in agreement.

Li Wuyai, having received the promise, beamed with joy. He led hundreds of sword cultivators to bow to Su Fan once more, then turned and waved his sleeve, leading the group away in a grand procession.

In an instant, the hundreds of sword cultivators outside the teleportation hall had all left, leaving only sand and stones swirling in the wind.

Seeing the group of sword cultivators finally leave, Su Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, he got rid of those troublesome guys. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had a moment's peace for the next few days. Who has the time to deal with them every day?

Just then, Su Fan felt a tightness in his right hand; Zheng Xinghuai beside him had grabbed his hand again.

Moreover, he unconsciously clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

At this moment, Zheng Xinghuai's eyes were filled with a fanatical impulse, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.

Other cultivators might not have noticed anything, but Zheng Xinghuai, as a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who had been immersed in the Thunder Dao for over ten thousand years, was far more sensitive to the Thunder Dao aura than ordinary people.

He could clearly sense an unprecedented aura emanating from the "Thunderbolt Sword".

That was the power containing the origin of ancient thunder, a power he had never sensed in his entire life.

Because the "Thunderbolt Sword" has been nurtured in the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal" for many years, the sword has long been imbued with the original aura of the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal".

This aura was beyond Zheng Xinghuai's comprehension.

To put it bluntly, it was already beyond his level.

(End of this chapter)